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And hi. Just a few things to take care of before starting another post.
1. Boston! Good to hear from you! Thought you fell off the face of the Earth, or at least the East Coast. Either way, fun you’ve found thing I call my “blog.” Hope you enjoy it… at least once in a while. And yes, I completely stole that “what I should have said was nothing” line from Mike Berbiglia. He is hilarious. His dry humor makes me laugh my tail off. I strive to be just as funny. I usually fail. But I try, and isn’t that worth anything these days?! Anyway, glad you’ve made your way here.
2. Kristin W. (The artist formally known as Turner): Why, hello! Good to hear from you, as well. It’s funny how Kim is the tie that binds here. It’s fun. Thanks for reading. Hope all is well with you. I’m sure you’re on Facebook — which I don’t do… my apologies.
Which brings me to 3. I’m tellin’ ya, WordPress is the new Facebook. If all the people I went to H.S. with would just come to my blog site and posted comments and such — then I wouldn’t ever have to join FB. I’m sure it’ll never happen, but I’m just sayin’.
4. Eric and I close on The House on Tuesday. Oh buddy. Hello St. Patty’s Day. A green beer and keys to a house. Sounds most excellent, no?
5. Speaking of St. Patty’s Day — my overnight schedule, while usually horrific, is panning out in my favor. Tuesday, I will start drinking early. And by early, I mean 7 a.m. I win. Bad news, after a drink or two — I’ll probably pass out on the table because I’ll be so damn tired. Hopefully I’ll wake up by the time we close on that House. Ha. I’ll take pictures of Tuesday’s drinking escapades. No worries. Um, by the way — if you want to see what I’ll be wearing — http://www.kohls.com/upgrade/webstore/zoom_popup.jsp?productId=845524892472330 (if I knew how to make that a link in this damn post, I would, trust me. Sorry I’m an idiot.)
6. I’m still holding to my Lenten promise. I gave up sweets, which is like giving up breathing for me. Sweet Mary, I have such a, well, sweet tooth. It’s been hard. Reeeal hard. I guess that’s the whole point, huh? Either way, I’m counting down the minutes until I can sink my teeth into a glorious Cadbury Bunny Egg.
7. Dear Kohls, thank you for making a clearance section. I don’t care if you always “have a sale going on” or if it always “looks like I’m getting a steal” — your marketing works on me. I had a wonderful trip to your store today. I gotta keep up my “Kohls VIP” status somehow, right? Too bad that’s the only “VIP” club I’ll ever be a part of. I hate ending sentences in propositions — but that one just seemed right.
So, to add to the stress Hotel Smithenreiter is already under — here’s another log on the fire…
Closing date got pushed back. Boo urns. Apparently on the second offer, the listing agent changed the closing date… PSYCH! And we didn’t know about it until earlier this week. Frak. Well, I guess it’s not sooo bad. But when we close the 17th (of this month), have to move big stuff Thursday/Friday… then Eric leaves on a guys’ trip to FL that same Friday… and he’s gone until the 29th — yeah, yikes! But it’s cool, I like *cough* moving. Really, though… I can’t think of anything else I dislike more than packing. Maybe unpacking. Yeah, that blows, too. Good news though, we’re gaining some square footage, so there will even more places to put all my crap. Excellent.
I started, finally, packing last weekend. I woke up Sunday morning and said to Eric, “ok, I don’t care what you do, but I’m going to start packing up the spare bedroom.” Eric responds, “ok, I’ll pack a box.” I say, “A box? You know how little you actually get into A box…? That will take you a whole 7 minutes. Thank you for your effort.” Hell, I’m thinking, at this rate, we’ll have it all packed up by November. Thankfully, he did more than just A box. And I’ve even moved on to the downstairs. I hate this “boxes everywhere, disheveled” feeling. I’m ready for March to be over… and April to be here. It’s time to get the moving show on the road.
We finalized all our applicances last weekend… signed, sealed… and delivered the week we move in. Gosh darn those suckers are expensive. A fridge, range, and a washer/dryer. We kept telling ourselves “these are investments… we want them to be nice.” Sure. Well, when our kids can’t go to college, because we’re paying off a stainless steel range… you can explain what happened to our money. But, we ended up going with a stainless fridge and range. They’re gorgeous. I may just live in the fridge. Rarr. You’ll like them too, I promise.
Alright, that’s enough house-ramblings for now. I’m trying not to lose my head. Please, Lord, just let me get through this month without ripping someone else’s off. Thanks.
Have you been outside the last few days? Oh man. I didn’t even wear my gloves to work last night — that’s how warm it was. Living on the edge, I know.
I even knew Spring was coming, when I got in my car after working out and saw a ladybug on my windshield. Granted, I hate those ladybugs, they make me shudder… especially when they’re in large quantity — but I was so excited about it, I didn’t even hit my wipers to knock it off, or drive faster so it just flew off.
Too bad it’s going to damn pour all weekend.
Debbie Downer. Wahh Waaaaahhhhh.
Things people “searched”… and landed here.
– moving out with nothing (this was my favorite one, poor lad.)
– what should i have first
– what i should have said was nothing
– crazy core skittles
